Horny Housewife Porn Novels & Stories

Horace moaned, digging his schlong inside her walls. "Pastors wives taking our big juicy cocks up their married cunts. Isn't that right, sluts?" Taylor growled. "Yes..yes... we're sluts for your cocks..." Donna and Tina wailed together. Horace pulled out and she watched how her slick coated his cock. He quickly pushed back in, widening her twat. "Uhuhuuh....yes, Horace. Just like that." Donna purred, watching his cock move in and out of her. The nasty part was his low hanging balls hitting her dry asshole with force.

"Out with it. Tell me what a horny little wife I have." She groaned. "Yes! Yes, you have a very horny wife. I want it all. More sex. More cocks. God, I want to be fucked all the time. Fuck me, Darren. Fuck me, your horny little wife. Please!" Her opening throbbed for him as she uttered her confession. She was wet and ready, begging for his cock.

Sarah said casually. I lost it completely. "You evil witch! How dare you! How dare you come into my house, sleep with my husband, and talk about my dead baby!" "Your husband?" Sarah stood up. "Honey, he was never really yours. He was always mine. I was just letting you borrow him for a while." "Get out!" I screamed. "Both of you, get out of my house!" "We're not going anywhere," Alex said. "You are." "This is my home!"

He said, urging me to give him oral sex. We did it in his room, but I felt a little uneasy, the wedding photo of Doctor Chris and his wife was displayed right above their bed. It felt like I was being watched, her eyes seemingly fixed on me. "Oh..." I sighed as Doctor Chris began to penetrate me. His lust was raging, he was a handsome young man, it was only natural for him to make love to a young and beautiful woman, not like his wife. "Oh yes..." He continued to mumble, enjoying what we were doing. I held him tightly, our lips caressing each other.

Mr Richard peeked at his raging wife thru the corner of the newspaper in his hands, and meeting her gazed on him, he quickly stared to the newspaper again in his hands, but Mrs Cindy yanked the newspaper away. Mrs Cindy screamed out - Honey am talking to you and you're still reading this newspaper!! Mr Richard replied - Oh! Why can't you allow me to have peace in this house?. You and I should be happy that Mike has finally accepted to settle down and I don't think that young lady is truly a prostitute before Mike got her pregnant. Mrs Cindy replied - That's a lie. Mike meet her in a brothel home and am so sure about that. Mike cannot marry her and that's finally.

Max asked lightly petting my hip. “I like it, Daddy.” I tell him. Paul arrives with our food, we eat, and Max pulls me back into the bedroom. Before I can remove all my clothing, he is touching and teasing me. When I finally finish Max throws me onto the bed. Max uses the vibrator to tease me. My hands explore him. Max smiles, “Does my kitten want more?” I nod. Max replaces the vibrator with his mouth. A finger slowly enters me. “That plug makes you so tight, kitten. My finger barely fits.” Max’s tongue flicks my bundle of nerves again and again until I convulse.

I'm Joyce, a 42-year-old housewife, and I have a secret. No, I'm not having an affair or embezzling money from my husband's company. My secret is that I'm a hotwife. I love fucking strangers. The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the forbidden, it sets my pussy on fire like nothing else. It all started a few years ago. My husband, Mark, and I had been married for over a decade, and our sex life had become routine. We'd fuck on weekends, missionary style, with the lights off. It was functional, but it wasn't exciting. I craved more.

My hips slapped against her ass with wet, dirty sounds that seemed way too loud in the silent house. “Shut up and take it,” I growled in her ear. “You came down here dressed like a whore with no bra, tiny shorts that barely cover your pussy and now you’re going to feel what happens when you tease the man of the house.” Sophia moaned softly, pushing her ass back against me. Her pussy was dripping, gripping me tight with every thrust. I reached around and squeezed one of her tits hard, pinching the nipple until she gasped and started pounding her faster. The counter creaked. Her ass jiggled with every rough slam. I could feel how wet she was getting — her juices running down my balls.

she says lightly, disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door. The second the water starts running, my hands shake with urgency. I’ve been holding back this horniness the entire drive, imagining girls eating me out. I open my laptop quickly, load the lesbian p**n site, and click on a video. Two women are going at it intensely , one on her back, legs spread wide while the other buries her face between her thighs, tongue working deep through wet folds, fingers thrusting hard.

Jane moaned loudly, head falling back as I fingered her right in front of her husband. The wet, obscene sounds of my fingers plunging in and out of her married pussy filled the office. “Look at your wife, Professor,” I taunted, curling my fingers hard. “She’s so fucking tight and wet. This pussy is starving for real cock.” Jane was whimpering, hips rolling against my hand. I added a third finger, stretching her while her husband watched from the corner, face pale but eyes glued to the scene. After a few minutes of brutal fingering, I pulled my fingers out and stepped back.